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CHAS. S. REID 



FOR MALE CHARACTERS ONLY 



As originally presented by the V/allialla Cotnedy Company, at 
the Kaufntann Opera House, Aug. ^, i8gi 



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BOSTON 

1892 



CHARACTERS 

CARL BLUSTER ) _ ^ . 

l Dutchmen 

HANS VON boy: 



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JOE SIMPSON ] 



Street Darkeys 

JOE JOHNSON j 

SOL. STRAP . . A Policeman 

Time of Playing, Thirty Minutes. 



COSTUMES. 

Carl. — Cutaway coat, dark pants, white shirt, blue stockings, low cut shoes, 

bald red wig. 
Hans. — Exactly same as Carl, 
Joe S. — Ragged darkey make-up. 
Joe J. — Exactly same as Joe S, 
Sol. S.— Blue uniform, regulation hat. 



PROPERTIES. 

Stuffed club, basket of beef, jug of beer, silver doHar, silver quarter, two 
coal shovels. 



Copyright, 1S92, by Walter H. Baker & Co. 




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Scene. — Street in third grooves. 
{Enter Joe Johnson, r., with shovel.) 

Joe J. By Goramighty ! Dis j'^ere organ am gettin out ob a job. 
{Patting his stomach.) Ain't put nuffin down dar in erbout four 
days. De wedder am too doggoned hot for a coal-heaver to do 
much biz. But I guess dar'l be somefin turn up fore long, ef it 
ain't nuffin but my toes turn up to de sky. {Exit L.) 

{Enter Joe Simpson, r., with shovel.) 

Joe S. By Goramighty ! My appetite ain't had nuffin ter rassle 
wid in bout forty-four hours, and de front ob myself am gvvine ter 
collapse wid my back bone putty soon ; but I guess I'll make er rise 
putty quick, ef it ain't nuffin but er rise tode next world. {Exit L.) 

{Enter Policeman, r.) 

Police {haltittg in his beat). It would take a head with forty 
eyes to watch such scape-graces as those. {Moves on.) 

{Enter Carl Bluster, r.) 

Carl. I vender vere I found von negro vot I couldt sent down 
der shtreet, puddy soon. 

Police. There was one here only a moment ago, he is just 
gone down the street there. {Looking off.) Here he comes now. 

Carl. Veil, dot's puddy goot. I yust vait for him. 

{Enter Joe J., l.) 

Joe J. Putty good mawnin, massa cap'n ! How your coperosity 
seem to segaciate dis mawnin .-' 

Carl. Vot's dot you say 1 I dond could been insulted mit dot 
foolishness ; but ^-ust you see here vonce, I haf got a job for you. 

Joe J. All ri^ht, boss ! * Fse yer huckleberry. 

Carl. Veil, yust you go down mit der brewery, und got me von 
gallon beer, yust you see, I give you der money und jug, und I 
meet you herein bout fufteen minutes. Undershtood dot ? {Gives 
money and Jug.) 

Joe J. Yes, sah ; bet yer boots I does, boss ! 

Carl. Veil, I bet you von pair of socks about dot next veek. 
{Exit r.) 

Joe J. Heads, I win ; tails, you lose. {Tosses up money.) 
Tails, you lose. By Goramighty ! Dat's de biggest piece ob 

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4 JOE SIMPSON S DOUBLE. 

money I'se glued my optics onto for a good many days. I'lljist 
make dat dar brewery man set em up for spendin sugh a fortune 
wid him. {Exit L.) 

{Enter Joe S., l.) 

Joe S. I'se beatin dis corner same as dat ar cop, only he's a 
dead beat and I'se a turn-up beat ; dat is, I turns up round here 
putty often. 

{Enter Hans Von B. with basket on his arm.') 

Hans. Heydere! You vas yust der feller vot I vas looking 
for. Vot ish your name, anyhow ? 

Joe S. Boss ! I'se named Joseph Simpson, my daddy was 
named John Simpson, and my grand-daddy — 

Hans. To der teifuls mit your grand-daddy, und der rest of 
der vamily ; vot I vant of you ish, dot you dook dis basket und go 
down mit der butcher, und got me von dollar's vort of borter-house 
shtake, yust you see, here ish der money. {Gives him dollar and 
basket.) Und I meet you here in bout fufteen minutes. {Exit R.) 

Joe S. By Goramighty ! Joe Simpson's goose am tuk a rise. 
I'll make dat butcher frow in a ham sanwich as a premium fur , 
spendin so much boodle wid im at one time. {Looks at money.) 
Dars Mars. Benjamin on one side, and de Norf American buzzard 
on de toder ; now, dat buzzard am gwine down to de butcher for 
some dead cow. {Exit l.) 

Police. Such scamps as these should be put to work in some 
stock yard ; they are no good, they pay no tax to the city, and if 
one of them gets killed or dies, the city has to stand funeral 
expenses. {Moves on.) 

{Enter Carl, meeting Police.) 

Carl. Dit you seen a colored boy any veres, mit a jug ? 

Police. Why, you were just now talking to him. What's the 
matter with you ? 

Carl. Yass, dot's a fact ! I dalk mit him bout fufteen minutes 
ago. 

Police. So you did, and you were also talking to him about 
two minutes ago. 

Carl. I guess you vas yust so crazy yust like abet bug. I dond 
vas here since bout fufteen minutes ago, und you lie like der tiefuls, 
uf you say I vas. 

Police. Look out, old man. I'm not to be trifled with. I'll 
run you in. What do you suppose my eyes are made for ? I tell 
you, you were right here, just two minutes ago. 

Qx'R'L {crosses to i..\ aside). Dot's der craziest fool vot I haf 
seen for some time. By bretzels ! I yust got him turned off der 
force for grand lunacy. {Exit l. 2 e.) 

{Enter Hans l. 3 e. meeting Police.) 

Hans. Goot morning! Did you seen onydings of a small 
colored boy roundt here for a little vile ago ? 



JOE SIMPSON S DOUBLE. 5 

Police. See here, if you ask me that question again I will 
annihilate you. I'm not here to be the butt of your foohshness. 

Hans. Veil, dot beats der teifuls ! Vet's der matter, you dond 
could answer a civil question ? 

Police. Civil, the deuce! Hav'n't I just a moment ago an- 
swered that question ? 

Hans. Veil, I dink you vas make yourself a gandidate for got 
lunaticum asylum ; better you gone down mit der hospital und der 
yourself examined for hydrophobia. 

Police. See here, I told you awhile ago, that I was sane 
enough ; but you are either crazy or a natural born darn fool. 
Now, I give you two minutes to get away from here. 

Hans {crossing to R., aside). Dot man vas gone oudt by 
der side of himself. I yust report him to der board of health for 
premeditated idiocy. (^Exit R.) 

(Enie/- ]OK J., L. 3 e., withjtig!) 

Joe J. Scuse me, massa cap'n ; but will you do me de kind- 
ness ob informin me ob, whedder dar's been airy Dutchman round 
hyer in de last ten minutes or not.'' 

Police. Yes, I should rather say he had been around here, 
rather numerous, too. He perambulated in that direction. {Points 
R.) 

Joe J. Yes, sah ; much I thank you, sail. {Exit R. 2 E.) 

{Enter ]o'E. S. %vitli basket 0/ beef, R. 3 E.) 

Joe S. Beg pardon, sah ! But has yer seen a radder good 
looking Dutchman round here in de iast ten minutes ? 

Police {coUarino hivi'). Say, that won't go down. Swap- 
ping a jug for a basket ain't quite thick enough. 

Joe S. Hold on dar, boss. I clar ter goodness I nebber stole 
dis basket. De Dutchman sent me down to de butcher fur some 
beef, and I'se jist a looking fur him. 

Police. Did'nt you just now ask me about him ? 

Joe S. No, sah ! Dis am de fust time 1 spoke to you. 

Police, {tightens grip). You lie! You black scoundrel ! 

Joe S. No, sah ! I'se a scaticism scholar, boss. 

Police. Well, I'll just allow you about two seconds to make 
yourself scarce about here. 

(Joe S. is about to exit l. when he meets Carl.) 

Carl. Hey ! dere ! You vas der man vot I look for. Dit you 
got dot beer ? 

Joe S. No, sah ; but I got dot beef, what you sent me down to 
de butcher, at. 

Carl. Der teifuls! Inotgifyou not any basket. You shcoun- 
drel ! I gif you von jug to got some beer, und you shvap dot off for 
dot basket ; now, vere ish dot jug und beer ? 

Joe S. Boss, you am somewhatly mistaken. You gib dis chile 



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er basket and a dollar right in dis spot, bout fifteen minutes ago, to 
get ten pounds ob beef. 

Carl. Yass, in dis spot bout fufteen minutes ago I gif you von 
quarter of a dollar und von jug to got some beer. 

Joe S. {aside). By Golly! I wonder ef he meant for me to 
keep de seventy-five cents for doin de job. No, de old man am 
kinder wrong up dar. ( Tapping his head.) 

Carl. By bretzels ! Der whole gountry vas gone crazy. Now, 
yust you see here vonce. {Seizing Joe by collar.) Uf you don't 
gone und got dot beer puddy soon, I shlap you in der middle of 
bout der next century. 

Joe S. {pulls aivay and stops Police). Say, boss! I wish 
you'd kick me once ; I want to see whedder dis am me ; and den you 
can kick dat Dutchman to see whedder dat am he. 

Carl. Hey ! dere ! Dunder und Bhtzen ! Don't you goin to 
find dot beer ? Hey ? 

Joe S. No, sah, but hyer's yerbeef, if yer want it, andifyer don't 
jist say so, and I'll take it down to de resteraunt and swap it off, or 
hab it cooked and eat it all myself. 

Carl. Well, yust you do dot den, but vere ish mine quarter vot 
I gif you? 

Joe S. Boss, I ain't got your quarter, but I done spent yer dol- 
lar for dis earn. 

Carl {seizing Jiivi). Better you gif up dot money, oder I vipe 
up der sidevalk mit you right avay, in a couple minutes. 

Joe S. Hold on dar, boss ! I'se scared of crazy folks. Please 
goodness, I is. 

Carl. Vot ! You shcoundrel ! I vas crazy, vas I? {Shakes him ; 
Police comes front, pulls Carl arid kicks Joe.) 

Police. Just you t\vo move on now, before I run you in. I've 
had quite enough of foolishness out of you in one day. 

Carl. By bretzels! I show dot negro sometings. {Rnnsat]OK 
-who falls k.-jCaki. falls over him ; Joe rises and rtins ont l.; Carl 
rises.) By Dunder und Blitzen ! Vot for you let dot black shcoun- 
drel got avay for? {Aside.) Der whole ding vas got shtruck mit 
lunacy. I wonder uf I dond vas a luddle grazy mineselluf. {Exit l.) 

(Joe J. enters r. pursued by Hans.) 

Hans. I show how ish dot. You cow ! I send mit you, von 
dollar for beef, und you vant to come back mit von dwenty-five 
cents' vort of beer ; you vant to steal mine oder seventy-five cents. 
By bretzels ! I tore you up und feed you to der sea-serpents of 
der field, und der chimpanzies of der ocean. 

Joe J. No, sah, Mr. Gemblum ! You am clean off de track. 
Right hyer am de place whar you gib me dis yer jug and de quarter 
ob a dollar to git dis beer, and I got it forf-wif, sah. And now, you 
want to make like you don't drink beer. 

Hans. Vot ! You crazy teifuls ! You vant to keep on saying 
dot I send you for von gallon beer. Vy, I dell you dot I belong mit 



JOE SIMPSON S DOUBLE, 7 

der temperance society. Now vere ish dot beef, before I feed 
you mit der sharks ? I dond took some more foolishness right away 
puddy soon. 

Joe J. No, sah ! You neber sent dis yer colored gemblum arter 
no beef; and when dis chile knows a fing, he ginerally knows it 
bout as good as anybody else does ; and I knows you didn't gib me 
but twenty-five cents and dis yere jug. 

Hans. Oh, mine gracious ! Your prains vas bout der size of a 
shmall grain of sand. I dell you, I gif you right here von round 
silver dollar, dot you got me ten pounds of borter-house shtake ; 
und you bring me von gallon beer. Oh, you vas yust so crazy like 
von lunaticum asylum. 

Joe J. 1 speck you am de crazy one. (Aside.) Neber seed a 
Dutchman yet dat didn't want ter make a fool out ob a nigger. 
{Aloud.) See here ! Does yer want dis jug ob beer, or does yer 
don't want it. 

Hans. Vot ish dot ? No, By bretzels ! I not vant your beer ; 
I yust vant-mine beef oder I build some log shanties on dem eyes 
vot you haf got. 

Joe J. Now, sah ! Jist you see here ; ef you am er white man, 
I'll hab yer ter know, dis ytre colored gemblum don't take no fool- 
ishness. Now, you better take this beer and gib me ten cents for 
doing de job. 

Hans. Der teifuls ! Gif you von dollar und den cents for one 
gallon of bad beer, vedder I vant dot or not ! By bretzels ! I yust 
shake your teeth out from your mouth oudt. {Shakes him soundly.) 

(Police rushes up, seises and kicks Hans.) 

Police. Here, you gall-headed son of a saw-mill ! I have had 
just enough of your foolishness on this street. You were just now 
fighting over a basket ; and now you are here, fighting over a jug. 

Joe J. Yes, boss ! Dis gemblum sent me down town for a gal- 
Ion ob beer, and now he wants ter make like he sent me fur beef. 

Hans. You vas a piece of der quint-essence of lunacy, you 
shocolate colored liar ! 

Police. See here, now ! I'll give you about four seconds to 
get out of this ward. I won't stand this sort of thing any longer. 

Hans. Veil, by bretzels ! I dink der superintendent of der 
lunaticum asylum could make himself some business in dis part of 
der town. (Exit R.) 

. Joe J. Say, dar, Mr. Policeman ! I got some mighty good beer 
in dis yer jug. Dat ar Dutchman wouldn't hab it. so 1 guess we am 
welcome to a treat out of his pocket-book. Won't yer hab some .-' 
(Police takes long dii/ik fjontjug.) Boss ! Am dat good beer .'' 

Police. Yes, that's very good beer. {Drinks again.) 

Joe J. Boss, I spec dat am putty good for you, but it ain't doin 
me a darn bit ob good. 

Police. That's so. I forgot about you. (Gives him jug.) ■ 

Joe J. {drinks it all). Dar goes de last drop ob de Dutchman's 



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beer. He better had er tuk dat beer. It am putty good for de 
constitution, ef he am a temperance man. It would help him stick 
to de pledge. 

Police, {staggering). Hie! That Dutchman is a kinder fool, any 
how ; he wants beef one time and beer the next. {Rcsu/nes beat.) 
(^Enter Carl, l ; sees Joe J. with jug.) 

Carl. Hey ! dere ! You vas mine man, now I would took 
mine lager beer. {Finds jug empty.) Bybretzels! How ish dot .-' 
I find it oudt, dot's emty. Dond you got dot beer yet ? Hey, vot 
you done mit dot beef ? 

Joe J. Didn't I done tole you ; you neber sent dis chile arter no 
beef? 

Carl. Veil, dot's vot I try to dell you avile ago ; dot I not send 
you for some beef; but you yust vant to say it dot I did, und you 
vant to gif me von basket of beef for von gallon of beer. 

Joe J. I tell you, I didn't hab no basket of beef 

Carl. You vas a liar ! Und you vus yust so crazy like von 
United Shtates congressman. Don't you know it, dot I yust now 
shase you down der shtreet mit von basket ? 

Joe J. No, sah ! You didn't chase me down der street wid er 
basket. You run me right down hyer wid dis jug, and swored you 
didn't send me arter no beer ; and yer wouldn't hab it ; so I jist 
drinked it all up. 

Carl. Vot! Y'ou teifuls .f" You drink mine beer? I vould 
make some mince meat mit your carcass. {Strikes Joe. 7 /tey 
Jig/it and roll on jloor together. Policeman rushes up, seizes t hem- 
each by the collar.) 

Police. Now, I'll just put a stop to this nonsense and be done 
with it. This is the third time you've been here fighting like cats 
and dogs. 

Joe j. {aside to Police). Say, boss ! How bout dat beer ? 

Police. Dry up and come along. I'll safely land the pair of ye 
in the guard-house, and end the disturbance in this quarter. {He 
marches them out R. 3 E.) 

{Enter JOE S. R. 2 e. with basket^ 

Joe S. By Goramighty ! Dat Dutchman wouldn't hab dat 
meat ; so I jist tuk it down to de restaraunt and swapped it off for 
fourteen ham sanwiches, which am safely deposited in dis yere spa- 
cious receptacle. {Patting stomach.) 

{Enter Hans r. 2 E.) 

Hans. Veil, by bretzels ! You got dot beef at last ? 

Joe S. No, sah ! I tried ter gib it ter you bout five minutes 
ago and yer wouldn't hab it. 

Hans. Vot ! You tried to gif me some beef ? Not much. You 
vanted to gif me some beer mit in a jug. Now, vere ish dot beef? 

Joe S. Didn't I tell yer, you wouldn't hab it er while ago, so I 
jist swapped it off down to de restaraunt. Spec I'se gwine to lug 



JOE SIMPSON S DOUBLE. 9 

dat beef round hyer till you gits ready ter take it ? No, sah, dat 
ain't de caliber ob dis yere hairpin. 

Hans. By bretzels ! Dond I vas ready to took dot, und you 
vant to gif me dot beer. I pelieve you shvap your prains off for 
some gourd seed. Now, vot you done mit dot money vot I gif you ? 

Joe S. De money went for de beef, de beef went for de ham, 
and de ham landed right down hyer. (^Patting stomach.^ 

Hans. Yass, und puddysoon I vent for you. You black teifuls! 
You vant to make it out dot I vas crazy, or dot you dond vas got 
some sense^? By bretzels! I mash dot nose off from you. {Beats 
Joe, who yells.) 

(^Enter Police r. atid rushes forward^ 

Police. . Here! here! How is this? {Seizes each of them by 
the collar.) How tlie deuce did you get away from the station 
house in such a hurry 1 

Hans. You vas a fool ! I not vas been mit der shdation house. 

Joe S. No, sah ! I neber was in de calagoose in my life, boss ! 

Police. You lie ! Both of you. I turned you over to the ser- 
geant not five minutes ago. 

Hans. Oh, Dander and Blitzen ! Der whole vorld vas got 
durned indo von mad-house. 

Joe S. {aside). By Goramighty ! dis yer hocifer am gone 
clean dank dixtracted. Dat's what ! And dis yere Dutchman am 
fected wid de same complaint. 

Police. See here ! I think you two are fit subjects for some 
lunatic asylum, and I will speedily put you where you will get a 
through ticket. ( Turns with them and is about to exit R. 3 E. 
Enter JOE J. followed by Carl, r., when Police instatitly re- 
leases them. Hans, L. ; Carl, r, facing Hans; Joe J., l. ; Joe 
S. ^., facing ]Qi^ J. Police looks from one to the other in dire 
astonishment.) 

Police. I — I — I've seen two of most everything when there 
was but one ; but hang me if I ever saw two people when there was 
but one, before. I'll quit. Yes, I'll quit riglit off. 

Carl {to Hans). Hey! dere ! You vas der man vot got 
mine lager beer. 

Hans. Yass, und, by bretzels ! you vas der man vot shval- 
lowed mine beef. 

Joe J. (/^ Joe S.). Say dar ! You am de brack rascal dat 
fooled my Dutchman. 

Joe S. Yes, and you am der feller what fooled my Mister Man. 

(Joe J. and Joe S. ricsli together fghting. Carl and Hans 
fall to work mauling the negroes, and Policeman clubs them all. ) 

Quick close in. 



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